I leave Dr. Vargo’s office as I increasingly do, confused and discouraged. After five years of twice-weekly sessions of her trying to find trauma’s etching pieces in my early developmental puzzle --via talk therapy, hypnosis, and regression modalities, but finding nothing -- still she insists on finding something that I have to conclude, just isn’t there.
Today I receive a form letter:
Dear Patients,
Dr. Vargo, aka Robodoc #46546, was sent back for factory refurbishing. Robodoc #88977, aka Dr. Kazoo, is now available for appointments. Unfortunately your case file transfers were unsuccessful.
Your health matters to us.
The Corporation
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Very good take Li.
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Thanks, Sadje!
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You’re most welcome my dear friend
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That’s what it feels like sometimes.
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Indeed!
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AI gone mad, how can you trust a Robadoc when even the real human ones are at time odd.
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Exactly!
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This was great! I enjoyed it so much
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Thanks, Someone :)
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Such a clever take on the prompt! Loved it
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Thanks, San!
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Haha! Dr. Kazoo! Very good, Lisa!
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Thanks, Nancy :)
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YW, Li
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When the robodoc starts hallucinating! Great story, Lisa
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Ooooo I love it
Such a build up and then…
Imagine the money lost over 5 years of nothing. Ouch
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it seems like she’s running a profitable business. :)
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This is priceless Lisa great write – unfortunately this is the way we are heading 😕
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